Tearjerker, Downtown Symphony, Piano Flow, Happy Harmonies and other Saturday padding

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  • Nick Armstrong
    Host
    • Nov 2010
    • 26536

    Originally posted by kernelbogey View Post
    ...send not to know
    For whom the river flows -
    It flows for thee.
    Are you threat’ning me John?



    "...the isle is full of noises,
    Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
    Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
    Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."

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    • french frank
      Administrator/Moderator
      • Feb 2007
      • 30292

      Originally posted by Nick Armstrong View Post
      Are you threat’ning me John?
      He's done with that!
      It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.

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      • Pulcinella
        Host
        • Feb 2014
        • 10941

        But hang on: the BBC is committed to quality, or so they'd have us believe.

        Here's an article in today's Sunday Times (Culture):

        If anything good has come out of our lockdowns, it’s that government and broadcasters have suddenly realised how much the British enjoy the arts. Arts programmi

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        • Bryn
          Banned
          • Mar 2007
          • 24688

          Originally posted by Pulcinella View Post
          But hang on: the BBC is committed to quality, or so they'd have us believe.

          Here's an article in today's Sunday Times (Culture):

          https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/t...5808c709317019
          Listing those programme titles in sequence highlights their Looney Tunes heritage.

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          • french frank
            Administrator/Moderator
            • Feb 2007
            • 30292

            Originally posted by Pulcinella View Post
            But hang on: the BBC is committed to quality, or so they'd have us believe.

            Here's an article in today's Sunday Times (Culture):

            https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/t...5808c709317019
            " the BBC’s annual review announced “a shift away from commissioning a high volume of lower cost programmes on BBC4, which are less effective at reaching audiences on the channel and on iPlayer."

            What comes first is 'reaching audience (another way of saying "ratings"), rather than quality. I don't think the BBC actually understands what "quality" means now. It certainly has a different interpretation of "dumbing down" from the dictionary definition. Tearjerker, Piano Flow, Happy Harmonies on Radio 3 are not "dumbing down"? So what does the term mean?
            It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.

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            • Frances_iom
              Full Member
              • Mar 2007
              • 2413

              Originally posted by french frank View Post
              ... Tearjerker, Piano Flow, Happy Harmonies on Radio 3 are not "dumbing down"? So what does the term mean?
              exactly what it says - your confusion is that the role of R3 has changed from the music strand of the old third programme but now its driving mission is to attract the largest audience who don't respond to the commercial pap that is supplied by R1 and R2(tho here the pap has fermented somewhat with age)

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              • Serial_Apologist
                Full Member
                • Dec 2010
                • 37687

                Originally posted by cloughie View Post
                I’ll take a punt on that!
                That's oar-inspiring.

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                • cloughie
                  Full Member
                  • Dec 2011
                  • 22122

                  Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View Post
                  That's oar-inspiring.
                  I thought I was in pole position!

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                  • Serial_Apologist
                    Full Member
                    • Dec 2010
                    • 37687

                    Originally posted by cloughie View Post
                    I thought I was in pole position!


                    You doubtless know the one about the taxi driver sent to pick up the pole vaulter. The latter replies after being asked if he is the passenger to be, "No, you have the wrong person: I am German, but how did you know my name was Walter?"

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                    • LMcD
                      Full Member
                      • Sep 2017
                      • 8470

                      Originally posted by cloughie View Post
                      I thought I was in pole position!
                      Cambridge man pleads: 'Get off our backs!'

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                      • Eine Alpensinfonie
                        Host
                        • Nov 2010
                        • 20570

                        Originally posted by french frank View Post
                        One of the first gimmicks of the present regime was a "River of Music". You don't like the presenters? So we'll omit all presentation and just play a sequence of music. Am I right that this river is 50 pieces in 5hrs 30 mins? The usual average of just over 6 mins per piece? No need to announce the name of the composer each time either as it's all by Stravinsky …
                        I suggest that Radio 3's seemingly blinkered management team's "river" policy is inspired by the story of Epaminondas:-

                        Epaminondas had a good kind granny who cooked at “the big house.” Epaminondas liked to go to see her for she always gave him something to take home with him.
                        One day when Epaminondas went to see Granny she was baking a cake, and she gave Epaminondas a piece to eat. As he was leaving, Granny said, “Epaminondas, you may take a slice home to your mammy.”
                        Epaminondas took it in his little hands and squeezing it just as tight as he could ran all the way home. When his mammy saw him, she said, “What’s that, Epaminondas?”
                        “Cake, Mammy. Granny sent it to you.”
                        “Cake!” cried his mammy. “Epaminondas, don’t you know that’s no way to carry cake? When your granny gives you cake, put it in your hat; then put your hat on your head and come home. You hear me, Epaminondas?”
                        “Yes, Mammy.”
                        The next time Epaminondas went to see his granny, she was churning, and she gave him a pat of fresh butter to carry to his mammy.
                        Epaminondas said to himself, “What was it Mammy said? Oh, yes! I know. She said, ‘Put it in your hat, and put the hat on your head, and come home.’ I’ll do just what she told me.”
                        Epaminondas put the pat of butter in his hat, put his hat on his head, and went home.
                        It was a hot day, and soon the butter began to melt. Drip, drip, drip, it went into his ears. Drip, drip, drip, it went into his eyes. Drip, drip, drip, it went down his back. When Epaminondas reached home he had no butter in his hat. It was all on him.
                        Looking at him hard, his mammy said, “Epaminondas, what in the world is that dripping from your hat?”
                        “Butter, Mammy. Granny sent it to you.”
                        “Butter!” cried his mammy. “Oh, Epaminondas! Don’t you know how to carry butter?
                        You must wrap it in a cabbage leaf, and take it to the spring. Then you must cool it in the water, and cool it in the water, and cool it in the water. When you have done this, take the butter in your hands and come home. You hear me, Epaminondas?”
                        “Yes, Mammy.”
                        The next time Epaminondas went to see his granny, she wasn’t baking cake and she wasn’t churning. She was sitting in chair knitting.
                        She said, “Epaminondas, look in the woodshed, and you’ll see something you like.”
                        Epaminondas looked in the woodshed, and there he found four little puppies. He played with them all the afternoon, and when he started home, his granny gave him one.
                        Epaminondas remembered what his mammy had told him. He wrapped the puppy in a big cabbage leaf, and took it to the spring. He cooled it in the water, and cooled it in the water, and cooled it in the water. Then he took it in his hands, and went home.
                        When his mammy saw him, she said, “Epaminondas, what is that in your hands?”
                        “A puppy dog, Mammy.”
                        “A puppy dog!” cried his mammy. “Oh, Epaminondas! What makes you act so foolish? That’s no way to carry a puppy. The way to carry a puppy is to tie a string around his neck and put him on the ground. Then you take the other end of the string in your hand and come along home. You hear me, Epaminondas?”
                        “Yes, Mammy.”
                        Epaminondas was going to be right the next time. He got a piece of string and put it in his pocket to have it ready.
                        The next day company came to see Epaminondas’s mammy, and she had no bread for dinner. She called Epaminondas and said, “Run to ‘the big house’ and ask your granny to send me a loaf of bread for dinner.”
                        “Yes, Mammy,” said Epaminondas. And off he ran.
                        Granny gave him a loaf just from the oven-a nice, brown, crusty loaf. This time Epaminondas was certainly going to do what mammy had told him.
                        He proudly got out his string and tied it to the loaf. Then he put the loaf on the ground, and taking the other end of the string in his hand, he went along home.
                        When he reached home, his mammy gave one look at the thing tied to the end of the string.
                        “What have you brought, Epaminondas?” she cried.
                        “Bread, Mammy. Granny sent it to you.”
                        “Oh, Epaminondas! Epaminondas! How could you be so foolish?” cried his mammy. “Now I have no bread for dinner. I’ll have to go and get some myself.”
                        She went into the house and got her bonnet. When she came out, she said, “Epaminondas, do you see those three mince pies I’ve put on the doorstep to cool. Well, now, you hear me, Epaminondas. You be careful how you step on those pies!”
                        “Yes, Mammy.”
                        His mammy went off down the road. Epaminondas went to the door and looked out. “Mammy told me to be careful how I step on those mince pies,” he said, “so I must be careful how I do it. I’ll step right in the middle of every one.”
                        And he did!
                        When his mammy came home, there were no pies for dinner.
                        Now she was angry all over, and something happened. I don’t know, and you don’t know, but we can guess. Poor Epaminondas.
                        Last edited by Eine Alpensinfonie; 25-04-21, 17:33.

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                        • Nick Armstrong
                          Host
                          • Nov 2010
                          • 26536

                          Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View Post


                          You doubtless know the one about the taxi driver sent to pick up the pole vaulter. The latter replies after being asked if he is the passenger to be, "No, you have the wrong person: I am German, but how did you know my name was Walter?"
                          (new to me )
                          "...the isle is full of noises,
                          Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
                          Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
                          Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."

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                          • LMcD
                            Full Member
                            • Sep 2017
                            • 8470

                            Just announced - the first 5 of 26 new 13-week spirit-raising series for the 0500-0700 slot:
                            Adorable Adagios
                            Bouncy Bourrees
                            Cosy Concertos
                            Duvet Duets
                            Electrifying Elegies

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                            • vinteuil
                              Full Member
                              • Nov 2010
                              • 12832

                              Frivolous Fantasias
                              Giggly Gavottes
                              Happy Humoreskes
                              Inspiring Idylls
                              Jolly Jigs

                              ... we should stop. It'll only give them ideas

                              .

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                              • LMcD
                                Full Member
                                • Sep 2017
                                • 8470

                                Originally posted by vinteuil View Post
                                Frivolous Fantasias
                                Giggly Gavottes
                                Happy Humoreskes
                                Inspiring Idylls
                                Jolly Jigs

                                ... we should stop. It'll only give them ideas

                                .
                                Koechel Killers?

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